Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 5
Introduction:
As with all of my stories, this is pure fiction. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality.
Early next morning, Kiara awoke from her deep refreshing sleep, still on top of her covers on her bed. She stretched her tired limbs out and immediately felt a dull pain troubling her. As she went to shift on to her side, she realised where it was coming from. There was a definite soreness in her pussy, and she winced as she remembered the assault she’d suffered over the dining table the previous afternoon. But there was something else very strange, and she couldn’t quite work out what it was. She moved a little more, and flinched with shock as she felt a cold wetness pooled between her thighs. Curious, she lowered her hand and pulled the elastic of her panties forward to look. There it was, a puddle of thick semi-congealed cum coating her swollen pussy lips and the tops of her thighs. She gasped, resisting the urge to scream out loud, wondering how on earth it could’ve got there. She delicately closed her panties again and lay back, biting her lip. She remembered vaguely dreaming of having sex. She sat up, recalling it more clearly. That was right. Sex with Jake it was. It had definitely felt real enough, but she knew that can’t have brought fresh sperm into her pussy.
She stood up on shaky legs, making her way out to the bathroom as reality began to make itself clear to her. She locked herself in and cupped her hand over her mouth, catching sight of her shocked eyes in the mirror. It must’ve been Phil. There was no other rational explanation for it. He must’ve crept into her room last night and fucked her as she slept. She shivered, feeling dirty and disgusted. She quickly slid her panties down her legs and then lifted her top off, leaving both abandoned in the middle of the floor. She climbed into the bathtub and twisted the shower dial, setting warm water cascading down over her. She grabbed the shower head to direct the blasting streams over her body and between her legs. She tried to use the hot jets as a cleansing mechanism, spraying it all over her skin to exorcise her body from his touch. She set the nozzle shooting up between her thighs, trying to rid her pussy of every last drop of his seed. She frowned in despair at the idea of the cum having been swimming around inside her body the entire night.
The only person it could’ve been was him. No wonder the dream was so vivid. She thought back to the cosiness of the tent, the feel of the sleeping bag under her back as she gladly welcomed the cock inside her over and over. She dropped the shower head and left it spraying wastefully up the side of the bath. She crouched down in the tub and hugged her knees, burying her head. It wasn’t fair. This was all getting too much for her to take. First he raped her whilst she was conscious, and now he was starting to just fuck her whenever he wanted, even if she didn’t know about it. How could he do that to her in such a vulnerable state. She rocked back and forth in despair. She wanted all this to be over. She wanted away from him. She’d get a lock put on her door. She’d go around to Jake’s place and stay there as often as she could. She just wanted it all to stop. Why couldn’t the dream have been real last night instead? She just wanted to be with Jake. She didn’t want her mum’s boyfriend to constantly be stuffing his cock inside her pussy. It just wasn’t fair. As she stood up and turned the water to off, she heard movements coming along the hallway from her mum’s room.
Phil had woken up early, feeling elated at sharing such an intimate moment with Kiara last night. The alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, and he cancelled it so as not to wake her mum. He checked that Sadie was laying there still sleeping soundly before quickly turning away to get up. He pulled an old T-shirt on to go with his boxers, and then wandered out onto the landing. He noticed the bathroom door was shut and rightly assumed that Kiara was already up and had gone in there. He grinned to himself as he picked his way downstairs, imagining the expression on her face once she realised what had gone on between them last night. He was humming cheerfully as he poured milk on his cereal, his heart still fluttering from how they kissed so passionately in her bed, her thighs spread so willingly for him.
Kiara rinsed her panties thoroughly in the bathroom sink, wringing them out to make sure the stains were definitely gone. She couldn’t stop thinking about last night. It scared her that she could recall opening her legs up wider for the man in her dream. AS well as that there was… Oh god… The kissing. She froze, midway through wrapping a towel around herself. What if he thought that she was dreaming of him? The thought stabbed her like a knife in the chest, being twisted around in circles. Dizziness overcame her and she sat down on the toilet to think. She just couldn’t seem to take in the reality of any of it. Why was this man intent on ruining her life like this? It didn’t even make her feel desired, just grubby and used. She got up weakly and pulled the chain before making her way back into her room. She rifled in her draw to find a fresh pair of panties, electing to put them on with Jake’s T-shirt again. She braced herself and came out, heading downstairs, hoping it was her mum who’d got up.
A piercing icicle ran down her spine as she entered the kitchen. There he was, sat at the table, grinning smugly at her. She frowned back and then looked away, brushing past him to the cupboard for the bowls. “Hey… Nice dream was it last night?” She flinched as she heard his question, nearly dropping the bowl she had just retrieved from the cupboard. She placed it carefully down on the worktop and turned around. “Uh…It was okay, why?” She certainly didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she’d worked everything out. She tried to ignore him and went over to fetch some cereal. Her appetite rapidly began to wane though as she felt his eyes burning into her back. She spun around, agitated, discovering he was no longer eating his breakfast, just looking straight at her… “Why’re you staring at me?” she asked in an annoyed tone. She pulled the hem of her T-shirt down further, feeling very self-conscious.
“I’m just looking at you. I’m allowed to look aren’t I? I did a lot more than just looking last night.” He smirked and gestured with his spoon at her, watching her expression change as he alluded to their sex. He put the spoon down on the table and leaned forward, lowering his voice imperceptibly, determined to force it out of her. “Did you find the little present I left with you last night?”
She gulped and her shoulders flinched, but she still stayed silent. Heat flushed through her and she was quickly starting to feel very claustrophobic. As the room started to close in on her and her heart beat loudly away in her chest, she bolted for the door, wanting to be anywhere but near him. She darted past him at the table, and had very nearly made it out when a cool firm hand was clamped easily around her arm, hauling her back and almost making her lose her balance. She stiffened and swallowed hard, not even struggling against his force.
“Hey. Not so fast there. You haven’t even had your breakfast.” He got up and stepped closer to her, his grip like iron now. “I-I’m not hungry,” she managed, the familiar icy fear starting to creep all over her. He let her arm go and reached down to gently lift her T-shirt. He peered curiously at her stomach, before running his fingers over it, past the elastic of her panties and slipping inside to cup her naked pussy. His fingers felt freezing against her folds as he rubbed her clean dry labia. She stood there, rooted to the spot, letting herself be probed and examined by him. He surely wasn’t going to try anything here in the kitchen with his girlfriend dozing away upstairs in their bed. The notion seemed absurd, but by now she trusted him to do almost anything. “So you did find it.” He pulled his hand out and moved it to sweep away some strands of unkempt hair from her face.
Her shoulders quaked as she cast her eyes down to her feet. “Y-You shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t have protection; please stop doing this to me Phil.” Her voice cracked as she looked up and her tears began to come to the surface. She didn’t care anymore if he saw just how upset it was making her. She hoped in fact that her show of emotion might somehow get through to him.
Instead he just looked incredulously back at her. “You don’t mean that,” he answered. “You were having a great time when I was inside you. Don’t you remember giving yourself to me? And…” He puckered his lips, recalling the real passion she was giving out. “I thought if you were dreaming of us, I might as well help it become a little more real.” He hooked his finger under her chin and lifted her face, bringing her weary eyes in line with his. “Remember now?”
She listened, and perked up slightly. Finally a weapon she could use against her attacker, even if it was only mentally. She forced herself to burst out into harshly mocking laughter. She took her face away from his, still giggling before she started to speak. “You? I was dreaming of Jake you mental bastard, you just took advantage of it. I wouldn’t dream of you to save my own life.” Her laughter almost became maniacal and she had to calm herself down. She knew it wasn’t much compared to the torture he’d subjected her to, but at least it was something. “You know, Jake? My boyfriend? Yeah,” she continued. “I dreamt of him last night in the tent where we’ll both be for real next Thursday, you only wish it was of you.” The outburst had given her renewed strength and she used it to move off, this time making it to the door and heading out.
His skin flushed red with fury as she talked. Jake’s name was hard enough to swallow, but her mocking laugh and the mention of her trip next week was enough to make him flip. He strode resolutely after her and grabbed her hair roughly, jerking it back and whispering harshly through clenched teeth. “Whether you like it or not, precious lover boy hasn’t even got his hands on you, and I’ve fucked you three times, three.. Times!” She was soon whimpering and trying to pull away, even though that only seemed to make the pain increase. “And if you have any sense you’ll cancel that thing next week or…” his bitter diatribe suddenly stopped and she was taken by surprise as he quickly let her hair loose. Then she looked up, and realised why.
The floor above them had creaked and soon her mum was stepping out of their bedroom and over to the banister. By the time she was glancing down at them, Phil was already bent over behind Kiara, picking the post up from the doormat as if nothing had happened. “Morning everyone,” Sadie yawned. Warm relief flowed through Kiara’s veins as her mum came around to descend the stairs. “Morning,” she responded, smiling at her mother. She gave her a brief hug before heading past her to go up.
She took the stairs two at a time and flew into her room, shutting her door behind her. She was breathing quickly, his words still echoing in her mind. She hated to hear him blatantly spill the horrid truth out to her like that. She hated when he talked of Jake and she felt distraught and upset with everything. As she began to feel that the whole situation was hopeless, she suddenly remembered about the date happening today. She blinked and wiped her eyes with her T-shirt, the cloud above her lifting a little. She clung onto the idea for dear life and even mustered a weak smile. Bracing herself, she got to her feet, ready to try and forget yesterday completely and at least make today a special one. She got herself changed into a casual t shirt and skirt with silver flat shoes. She plaited her hair to the side and did a little bit of make-up. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, she actually caught herself feeling a lot better. If anyone saw her now they would never guess she was regularly suffering abuse at the hands of her mum’s boyfriend. She looked at the clock, 10:40, almost time to go.
She made her way downstairs and found her mum, hurriedly preparing herself for work. She hugged her as Phil rushed down, now in his fraying work overalls, checking he had everything ready to leave. Kiara checked her hair once more in the hall mirror and called over to Sadie. “I’m going now mum. I’ll be back later for dinner.” As she pushed her way past Phil and made her way to the door, he was already giving Sadie a quizzical expression.
“What’s all that about?” he asked as the door banged shut. “It’s fine,” she reassured him. “She’s just going to meet Jake for a date at the shopping centre or something.” His skin began to crawl as he tried to keep his real feelings hidden. “Anyway, have a good day at work baby,” she said. He tutted and sighed loudly as he went through to get his heavy boots on by the door, calling back to her in the kitchen. “Mark my words. You say she’s happy with him but I’m telling you, if it all ends in tears. I’m worried about her Sadie, honestly I really Am.” his anger was boiling over at the idea of him being stuck on the site, dragging heavy hods about whilst Kiara made eyes and giggled flirtatiously with her boyfriend. Moaning bitterly this way to her mum was the only way he could ease the rage and she even looked slightly bewildered as he came in to give her a goodbye kiss.
Her face was soft against his shaven stubble as they embraced. “Oh Phil. They’re just young. Let them have their fun. She’ll be fine. I actually think she’s falling in love with him.” She practically swooned at the idea herself. He tried not to scowl too hard at her before turning and leaving the house.
He stomped down the path and jumped up into his van, starting the spluttering engine. His mind was all over the place as he drove to work. His fists stayed clenched around the steering wheel and by the time he was pulling into the site’s car-park, he’d already resolved to get away at lunchtime. It’d only be an hour but hopefully he’d be able to somehow scupper the couple’s little romantic
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“Hey baby. You’re early,” Jake greeted his girlfriend as he opened his front door, smiling sweetly, raking a hand through his hair before they shared a gentle kiss. “Well I couldn’t wait to see you,” she said, letting him step out to join her. They headed off along the street, making their way down towards the centre of town. They walked happily together, their hands clasped tightly within each other’s as they laughed and talked. Once they arrived, they found the shopping centre packed with teenagers enjoying the first few days of the half term holiday: Shopping and spending their pocket money. The young couple wandered around the bustling complex, buying small trinkets that caught their eye as they went. Kiara was practically walking on air, clutching tightly onto Jake’s hand, not wanting to let it go.
As lunch finally rolled around, they sat down in the open plan cafe in the middle of the centre and ordered themselves sandwiches: a BLT for him, coronation chicken for her. The conversation naturally turned to the trip next week. “I asked my dad last night too,” he told her. “I couldn’t believe it, he just said yes. Honestly I can’t wait now, can you?” Being totally honest with herself, she couldn’t. She was still slightly worried about how she could explain her already having had her cherry popped. She would just have to play dumb and pretend it must’ve broken years before through masturbation. “That reminds me,” he said, putting down his sandwich and reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a tiny box and placed it on the table, shifting it over to in front of her.
“What is it?” she asked, her eyes almost sparkling.
“Take a look.” He sat back confidently in his seat and waited for her. She hesitated, then took the box in her hands, opening it slowly. Inside was a necklace with a silver ring hanging from the dainty chain. The word ‘Always’ was engraved on the inside and little diamonds studded the outside, surrounding a slightly larger blue Sapphire. She nearly welled up at the sight of it, never having received something so precious. He unlaced it from her fingers and put it on around her neck. Fastening the clasp, he kissed her gently before looking her deep in the eyes and smiling. “I love you,” he whispered before sitting back into the plush sofa with her.
Over at the building site, the morning was creeping sluggishly forwards. Phil’s mind wasn’t on his work at all and the foreman seemed even grouchier than usual. He tore a strip off Phil at one point, after someone had only just noticed a barrel of bricks he’d left precariously balancing on the edge of a girder. The time couldn’t move fast enough and as soon as the loud siren went for lunch, he was the first away. He dropped his trowel immediately, dusted his hands and sprinted off, not even taking note of where everyone else was grabbing their food. His thoughts were directed to only one person, and to only one mission. His grubby hands fidgeted as he shut the van door and stamped his foot down on the pedal.
Soon enough he was rolling the vehicle into the multi-storey car-park, paying and then leaving it abandoned as he headed into the more populated shopping area. His watch said 12:09. He’d made good time so far. His eyes were darting all around, watching everyone that passed like a hawk. His thoughts were racing. They might not even still be here. They might have gone home to Jake’s place and be… He didn’t even dare think the rest. He nearly tripped over a young mother’s pram as he came back out of his reverie. “Sorry,” he offered gruffly. Finally, he was just rushing past the open food hall and there.. He nearly missed them altogether, but it was definitely her. Even from the back he saw her unmistakeable hair draped over the back of the couch, that smug bastard Jake with his arm lounged over her. A neon number 3 flashed up large in his mind as he watched. He entered the spacious eatery, choosing a seat not too far away, but still angled behind the couple in order to observe them for a moment. She seemed to be kissing the boy gently as he placed a necklace around her neck.
“It’s an early anniversary present,” he explained. “I couldn’t wait to give it to you. I’ve been saving up for the ring and my dad actually bought the chain.”
“I love it so much,” she answered. ”It’s so beautiful. Thank you.” She moved closer into his side, cuddling up to him as he planted another kiss to her forehead and squeezed her tighter. They continued to eat their food, totally oblivious to anyone surreptitiously spying on them. “Hey. After this, do you want to come back to mine?” He asked expectantly. She nodded, her eyes still being drawn to the glinting jewel around her neck.
Just at that moment the waiter came to take their empty plates away. “Anything else I can get you?”.
Jake fetched his wallet out immediately and glanced up. “Could we have some chocolate cake please? Two large slices and chocolate Mocha’s, thanks.” He handed over a twenty pound note and the waiter dutifully took off.
“Sir! Excuse me. Would you like something?” Phil snapped his eyes away from the two of them and noticed an impatient waitress standing there, tapping her notepad. “Oh uhh… just a… just an orange juice please.. thanks.” he curtly shooed her away, planting his eyes back on the action, wishing he could lip read. Kiara’s dazzling smile was making his skin crawl, exactly the same look on her face she had last night. If only the young boy knew what his sweet giggling girlfriend had been doing twelve hours earlier: In her bed, wearing one of his T-shirts, unconsciously handing herself over to the older man, cumming hard around his thick cock. His mouth was dry and he was willing with all his might that for some random reason, Jake would have to go off. But he didn’t. Instead he stayed perfectly planted in his spot, solidly entrenched with her. Phil saw from his watch that the time was easily marching onwards to twenty past twelve and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He needed to take decisive action. A plan formed rapidly in his mind. It seemed far-fetched, even crazy, but he was quickly running out of options. He braced himself, then got up and started to move.
He jogged around to Kiara’s side of the sofa, instantly breathing fast and gasping out, grabbing her arm. “Kiara! Thank god! You have to come. Quick. Your mum’s had an accident. We have to get to the hospital. Come on!” He tried to appear as shell-shocked as he could, his lip quivering as he tried to haul her from their cosy nest. He looked apologetically at Jake. “Sorry to interrupt son but this really is an emergency.” he wiped the back of his hand over his eyes, taking heavy sniffs. She looked up,, startled at the sudden loud interruption. She first felt shocked and irritated that Phil should even turn up here. Soon though everything was replaced by pure fear. “A-an accident? What accident? Where? W-what’s happened?” The anxious questions spilled from her lips as she scrambled to her feet. Jake was pretty flustered and tried his best to be useful. He got up and gave her a brief squeeze, kissing her one final time. “We’ll speak later. Everything will be ok,” he tried to comfort her. Her hearing was becoming fuzzy and her breath was catching as panic set in.
She let herself be hauled away as they bolted frantically to the exit. They raced up the steep stairs to the car-park until he was able to locate his large white van again. “What is it. What’s happened?” She said, her hand trembling as she opened the passenger door. The van was dank and quite dusty from Phil using it for work, having transported building materials to and fro in it. “I don’t know they didn’t say much on the phone. Some kind of crash they said. I just know we have to get there right now.” he jumped into the front, drumming impatiently on the steering wheel as he waited for her to climb in beside him. Twenty-four minutes past. He should still have enough time before he was expected back. “You ok? Right.” he clicked the doors locked, then slammed his foot hard on the accelerator, tyres screeching against the pavement as they shot off. Despite still having to act extremely worried, he actually felt calmed inside, now having gotten her away from Jake’s clutches.
They zoomed along the motorway, taking them back out of town. He wondered himself for a minute where they were headed. They wouldn’t have time to go home, and even if he just dropped her there, she’d go directly back to find Jake anyway. No. He’d have to fuck her and drop her off somewhere else. She certainly wouldn’t be in the mood for her boyfriend anymore after having taken his cock. He contemplated where he could park up, then he remembered. There were some old disused warehouses in the area which belonged to the building firm. No one would spot them there, and the van would be out of sight enough that he could do whatever he wanted to her. AS well as that, she could still make her own way home afterwards.
She was pushed back hard into the seat as the car rattled along, weaving its way up the motorway. Just as she thought they were getting closer to the hospital he swerved sharply over, nearly sending her toppling onto him. They threaded their way through the side streets, her body often losing balance. The landscape outside was starting to become unfamiliar to her and her brain was already setting off alarm bells. This couldn’t be right. By the time they’d entered a grey foreboding concrete clearing, surrounded by huge wooden storage houses, she was shaking, though this time the fear was purely being caused by Phil himself. She sat up, bewildered as she undid her seatbelt. “W-where are we? W-why isn’t this the hospital? W-where’s my mum!” She screamed the last question at him, starting to scrabble for the door handle as realisation set in. She yanked roughly at the handle, trying desperately to free herself. She was moaning and weeping hopelessly as she shoved at the heavy steel door, feeling it refuse to budge an inch. He can’t have lied. He can’t have just made all that up. Surely even he wasn’t capable of inventing something so horrible just to get her here. But she couldn’t avoid the reality as he placidly began to reveal the truth.
He leaned back in his chair, letting her anger brim to the surface. “It’s locked in here,” he eventually informed her. “You’re not going anywhere. Now listen. Your mum’s fine. She’s at work as usual. Right now I’m more concerned about you. What have I told you about that boy huh? Your mum might be ok with this disgusting thing going on, but I am not.” He grabbed at her T-shirt and hauled her over to his side, dragging her across his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and positioned her clumsily over his legs. “Now don’t struggle! Just remember last night.” he tugged her hair harshly, making her yelp as her head was jerked to the side. He looked deep into her wide eyes as he spoke. “I warned you about that trip next week. You cancel that with him or you’ll be very sorry Kiara.” His voice was quiet, but with a threatening undertone to it that she could hear.
“N-No!” she answered defiantly, her shoulders quivering violently at being locked in with him. “No! Get off me! I won’t cancel it, please stop it. Leave me alone Phil. Just leave me alone!” She begged him as her eyes inevitably gave way to hot stinging tears, and she struggled to break for freedom as he pulled at her hair harder. He fought against her vicious struggling and clamped his hands around her, putting her on top of him in the position he wanted. “I want Jake!” she squealed out. “Let me go!” She knew the drill by now, and knew at this point it was futile to struggle, but she was grasping at any feeble straw of hope. She couldn’t just give in and let him rape her. She was determined this time, using all of her young might to push against him. “Not again. Not again.” She repeated the mantra over, trying to summon more strength to get away. “Not again Phil please.” It was all no use. His fists were like iron, one clamped around her hair and the other on her arm, keeping her fixed still. Eventually she ran out of energy and went limp, panting for lungfuls of breath, almost hyperventilating.
“Listen to me,” he started again, perfectly calm. “If you don’t cancel that dirty date next week, I’ll make sure you’ll split up and you’ll never see him again. You hear me?” he smirked as he delivered the threat, rubbing his crotch up against her. “The poor kid,” he continued, almost sounding sympathetic. “So excited about a virginity he’s already too late for. Three times too late for.” he gritted his teeth, still trying to stop any of her resistance. He pulled her arm downwards, trying to get more pressure between her panties and the bulge in his overalls. “Let’s see if we can make it five times before next week shall we?” he shoved her back against the steering wheel, leaving her hair and starting to rub his fingers across her open thighs.
She squirmed uncomfortably as he touched her, tears still streaming down her cheeks as he talked. She tried viciously to push his hands away. She hated how he just held her locked in place every time and complacently helped himself to her body. “I thought you loved my mum. She loves you.” She managed to just make out the sentence between her sobs while he continued to touch her.
“Puh… her.” he dismissed the ludicrous idea of still loving Sadie as his fingers approached her panties. He stroked his way across the front, pushing over her clit, creating friction with the soft material. “You silly thing. I don’t want your mum anymore. I’m only staying with her for one reason nowadays. He snaked two large fingers past the elasticated hem of her panties and started rubbing over her puffy labia. The lips were only slightly moist as he started to push against them, forcing his way inside. “Mmmm and this beautiful pussy of yours Kiara is more than enough reason to put up with her, I can tell you that now. This way, you get your mum happy, she thinks she’s got me, and I still get to fuck you hard whenever I want.”
She felt herself begin to give up all hope as he started to push his fingers in her. She rested her head on his shoulder and wept bitter tears into his grubby shirt. “It’s not fair..I don’t want you to do it to me. I hate you!” she cried out as he continued to dig his fingers into her sore pussy. The thought of him staying with her mum just because of her made her feel sick. She yelped in pain as he twisted his fingers around, his nails scratching against the insides of her soft pussy walls . “I want to go back to Jake, let me go back!” the mention of her boyfriend made his blood boil and he pushed his fingers right the way in until his palm was brushing her clit.
“Mmm and leave this pussy dripping? Don’t be ridiculous.. No way…” he let her rest against him as he kept exploring her silky wetness with his rough probing digits. He twisted and curled them, opening her wide to add a third, before fucking them in and out. He jerked his hips subtly in time, already excited at the prospect of getting his cock inside her during his lunchbreak. “Mmm the boy doesn’t know what he’s missing.” he finally dragged his fingers from her and brought them up to poke them at her mouth. “Here, open wide, you taste good.” he did it simply to assert some authority over her. “Only one cock belongs inside your pussy Kiara.. And that’s mine.” he kissed her cheek and reached behind her with his dry hand to tear down his fly. He smeared her juices over her lips, encouraging her to taste herself.
She kept her mouth firmly shut, screwing her face up in disgust at the sticky fluid. She pulled her head backwards away from him. As she heard his zip go down, she started to panic and thrash wildly about, trying anything to get away from the impending fucking she was about to receive. “Please! No, I’m not doing that again, please don’t do it, it’s not fair, Phil don’t do this.” Her words were desperate, her breath coming in short panting bursts, the air burning in her lungs. As he jerked his cock a little, she was able to thump him in the side and somehow tipped off of him, landing on the passenger seat, leaving his cock standing up through his open flies. She knew the exits were blocked and she didn’t even try for the handle again. She just had to get away from the feel of that hard cock. He coughed as he felt her fist attack him, but soon regained his composure. “Let me out,” she begged desperately. “I want to go home! I want to go see Jake! Just drive me back!” She cowered in her seat, weeping against her fingers and making them wet. She pressed her face harder into her hands and whined loudly, praying inside for the impossible to happen, and for him to relent and drive her home.
He didn’t though, and soon, just as she’d feared, he was turning to face her. He hitched his legs up and knelt on the seat, grasping her ankles and pulling them forward, stretching her legs out straight. He reached up to tug down her panties, the fabric almost tearing as he did so. He calmly grabbed her legs again and spread them wide, placing one foot up on the back of the driver’s chair. He loomed above her, crawling forward between her thighs. “Now look. I haven’t got all day. I need to get back to work. So just relax, and give me that pussy of yours… Just like you did last night.” he beamed as the memories came back, his cock inching ever closer to her damp hole. “Mmm One more quick fuck here. You can do it Kiara. That’s all I…” his words trailed off suddenly. An icy shiver ran down his back as he spotted a glint of silver on the slope of her chest. “What… is this?” he demanded. His eyes turned to thunder, hooking a finger under the dainty chain and pulling it up, digging it into the back of her neck.
“It’s my necklace,” she squealed. “Stop it!” She tried to get it out of his grasp as he leered over her, his cock still protruding and pressing against her naked pussy lips. “That hurts!” she whined as the chain cut deeper, causing a faint red mark to appear. He let it drop again hearing the ring thud back down, just above her breasts. “Jake gave it to me,” she whispered, her tears taking over now as her body quivered.
He lurched back in pure rage. “”You mean that cheap piece of shit is from him?” Instantly he saw the red mist and leant forward, driving her down against the passenger seat. With one swift movement, he shoved his cock all the way up inside her in one go. He put one hand behind her onto the door, his lips pressed tightly together and air snorting from his nose. His eyes were on fire as he started to pound furiously away inside her. “You’re mine.. You heard me? You’re fucking mine…” he repeated it over and over, finally losing his temper so much that he yanked with all his strength at the chain, cutting her tender skin before it snapped, sending the ring bouncing through the cab. He flung the rest of the broken jewellery behind him and started to fuck her deeper, their clothes and the seats rustling with his ferocious movements. He felt a sweeping sense of accomplishment as he tore the boy’s sentimental gift from her. He mashed his lips onto hers and drove his tongue forward, a smug glint in his eyes as he pounded her. His cock ploughed deep inside her aching pussy, her juices being the only thing alleviating the pain slightly.
She wept harder and thumped her fists against his chest. Despite all the physical anguish of being raped again, the emotional turmoil of her necklace snapping really seemed to hurt her more. As he forced his cock all the way up inside her, She screamed loudly and kicked her legs as much as she possibly could. She shook her head in denial as he tried to force her to accept being claimed by him once more. “I hate you,” she howled. “I hate you so much. I’m telling everyone. I hate you!” She knew she was only repeating old phrases to him now but they were the only weapon she had to fight against this strong dominant monster. She tried to turn her face away and imagine being somewhere else… anywhere else. But the powerful thrusts were all too real. The cock just continued to ram hard inside her. She lay there, limp and splayed wide like a doll, letting her young tight pussy be used by this man who she hated. She tried to think of Jake, tried to picture his loving eyes, but the thoughts just made her feel too guilty and ashamed. His hand was now creeping up inside her top and she felt him groping roughly at her breast through her silky bra. His breathy gasps of pleasure made sure she knew exactly what was happening now. “Mmm fuck yeh that’s good.” Her screams and sobs were shrill as they bounced around the cramped van. He felt like he could stay all day slamming himself into her pussy but he was still very conscious of the time. He hurried himself forward to his orgasm, speeding up and hammering her defenceless pussy mercilessly for the last few strokes.
Her head tipped off the edge of her seat as his thrusts got out of control, her hair dangling down and bouncing against the floor. “Mmm you’re mine.,” he continued to insist. “That’s it.. Take my cum baby…” he tasted her salty tears on her lips as he forced a hot kiss on her. He groaned out against her mouth, trying like mad to recapture the tender moments of last night, but failing miserably as he ferociously emptied his balls into her. His hot cum flooded her insides and he called out, taking advantage of the privacy in his van. Even once he was finished, he stayed in position, panting, their bodies totally skewed over the front seats. She lay there, her body limp and damp as he stayed slumped on top of her, grinning down into her face. She looked sadly up, her face streaked with tears as she shook her head and tried to push him off. “You’re horrible, a disgusting pervert!” she cried out and pushed her fists against him as he lifted himself off her, still trying to gasp for breath. He slid his cock out of her with a groan, a satisfied grin of success showing on his face. “Mmmm fuck, that’s better… Oh wow.” His eyes were dreamy and he sighed as he sat back, placing his hand on the steering wheel for support as he tried to recover. She looked down to see the horrific sight of his fresh cum pouring out of her pussy.
She stiffly sat up on the passenger seat, hugging her knees and starting to cry. “I’m never getting out of this am I.” she cried harder at the thought and rock gently to and fro as he pulled his zip up again. He was amazed to hear such resignation in her voice and he shook his head solemnly in confirmation. He settled back into his seat and pulled the belt around him; still sighing with contentment as he clicked it shut. The engine wheezed in protest as he kicked it into life. “I make your mum very happy,” he said flatly as he reversed the van out. “Just remember that.”
He was soon turning the bulky vehicle around and bringing them out of the deserted grey outcrop. The van sped along the empty streets, back into town. Phil kept his eyes fixed on the road, his mind lost in thought. A long time ago when he and Sadie were first getting to know each other, she would often mention to him how sad and lost she felt. Her role as a single mother was practically overwhelming her. This all seemed like a very convenient topic to bring up, now that he was in need of material to emotionally blackmail her daughter. “I do a lot for her,” he explained. “It’s only fair I get something in return isn’t it?” he paused at the traffic lights and turned to her, touching her cheek gently. “Things do go a lot better if you do like you did last night, lay back and enjoy it instead.” He let her think about what he’d said, blatantly trying to convince her to accept his brutal abuses on her. The traffic began to move again and he pulled off. “I’ll drop you by the station,” he continued impassively. “You can make your own way from there can’t you.” She chose to stay silent as he spoke, looking blankly out of the window next to her as they made their way through the streets. She gave the occasional sniffle, but she was totally out of energy to cry anymore. All emotions seemed to be gone as she recovered from her latest raping. She felt utterly empty. She was a piece of meat for this man to use and abuse as he liked and no one seemed to care. She was just Kiara now. Boyfriend of Jake, but fucktoy of Phil. Those were her only roles and she loved one, abhorred the other.
As they pulled up at the station, he parked outside, letting the van tick over. Just before she got out, she turned to him. “I’ll always hate you for this, no matter how you make mum feel.” She made the final gracious statement and sniffed hard to keep tears from ruining its impact. He hadn’t unlocked the doors yet and she tried to reach over to him to open them herself. He took her scrabbling hand and held it, running his thumb over the back as he squeezed. “You don’t have to be so hostile all the time Kiara. I just… like you more than your mum now, that’s all.” he caught the glimmer of her gorgeous turquoise eyes. “We were always happy as a family before this, don’t let this change anything. You’ll get used to it ok?” he kissed her cheek, more paternal than lustful by now and released the doors.
People were wandering aimlessly around the front of the station as he let her climb out. He watched her as she went, scaring himself a little as he felt more than just animalistic desire towards her. The feelings hadn’t faded with his orgasm like they used to, instead they stayed, just as solid as before. She fled away from the crowd, not looking back at the van as she made her way out of the station, soon finding herself back on the familiar roads, her mind buzzing with different questions. What did he mean by only staying with her mum for her sake. He couldn’t have fallen out of love with her surely. The two of them had always been inseparable, and judging from what her mum said, were still very much deeply in love. She chose to avoid Jake, not really feeling up to talking to him as much now with what had just happened, the whole experience changing everything, besides, he would definitely notice that the necklace had gone from around her neck, and she’d struggle to explain that away. She quickened her pace and made her way back home. She stepped into the house, feeling completely wretched. She didn’t bother cleaning out her sore pussy this time. She just lay on the sofa, fretting and trying to seek solace in sleep.
Once she had disappeared into a dot in the distance, he spun the van around and started to drive back to work, now ready to greet the afternoon’s work ahead. As he got out the vehicle he heard the tinkle of something dropping and looked down just in time to see the ring from her necklace skimming across the concrete. He picked it up and turned it over in his hand. “Always,” he scoffed and pocketed it before slamming the door and heading back into the hive of activity of drills and trowels, the day suddenly seeming a lot brighter than it had earlier that morning.
As the squeaking wheels had begun to roll, and the dilapidated white van had made its unsteady way out of the Warehouses’ clearing, everything was peaceful again. The large rotting wooden structures creaked a little as the wind blew against them. And right at the top of one of them, a tiny, inconspicuous lens peaked out. Its sparkling glass glinted in the dim sunlight of the spring day. Its little round battery continued to hum, the digital time ticked on, the camera rolled inevitably forwards. There was no one sitting behind it, no human eye to register what had just happened in Phil’s van, but the electronic close circuit television had been running during the entire episode, capturing everything it spied. The rapist certainly didn’t know there were such cameras set up at the warehouses, but maybe he soon would.
